It was so rough out there today, the guy who was playing the guitar on the top deck of the boat, sang Margaritaville & then one chorus of Who Put the Pepper in the Vaseline & he stopped dead in his tracks. I went down to the cage to cash in some chips & get some new slot tokens for Janice & Earl & passed by the guy sitting on the steps. I heard him singing, How Far, Dear Momma is it to Tipararry, then a dry heave & I think he then sang that wonderful union song that Bob Orme secretly humms in the shower, We Shall Overcome, Dear Lord, Dear Lord! The gal in the cage kept bringing him replacement barf bags every 5 minutes or so. In the background I heard the faint refrains of My Yiddisha Momma which had the distinct ring of my fellow Florida chipper.<g>